Mo Zhining had gotten out of bed and put on his clothes. But he didn't realize that he had worn it inside out. It was beyond the capability of a four-year-old kid to have Mo Zhining worn his shirt correctly without the help of an adult.
After that, Mo Zhining had sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for about ten minutes before his father finally got out.
When he discovered something weird about the kiddo, Mo Boyuan paused for two seconds before he had comprehended the situation.
He waved his hand. "Come here, dummy. Can't you put your clothes on properly?"
Ahem, it can't be helped. Wasn't the father to be blamed if a preschooler had worn his shirt wrongly? Mo Zhining thought, and he lowered his head, his self-esteem taking a hit.
Mo Zhining hadn't got to his feet, and Mo Boyuan walked up to him and removed his clothes. Then, he helped him put it back.
